Someone PMed me for monologues. So I went to look for some and I thought I'd share it with everyone. :]
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HUSH by April De Angelis
Background:
When Jo drowned a year ago she left the house by the sea to her 15-year-old daughter Jo, and her sister Louise. Weekends are spent there repairing the neglect, and DENISE is helping as a temporary cleaner. She is 23, has never settled, is gullible, easily influenced and follows any current trend. She is also kind, lovable and sometimes exasperating. This evening she is overdressed, hoping a man she has met will visit; in the meantime Tony, Louise's husband is on the receiving end of her reminiscing.
Time: The present.
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A long pause.
DENISE: Once I got really pissed. Really pissed at this party and then I got really hungry, really hungry, you know, like you do after drinking and so I devoured a bowl of peanuts. A whole bowl, to myself.
Pause.
And then I vomited the lot back up. I sort of regurgitated them. The thing is, they came out whole. I must have just swallowed them down without any sort of chewing. Later someone remarked that they shot out like bullets. Ping ping. Ping.
Pause.
I was a bit depressed at the time.
Pause.
The reason I'd been depressed as because I'd been working at this sandwich making job. I was living with this bloke and we were making sandwiches in his flat. At first I really threw myself into it. I experimented with fillings, I bought a butter dish. We used to drive round delivering sandwiches to local businesses only quite often we never got any orders. We ate quite a lot of sandwiches on those occasions. That dealt quite a blow to my enthusiasm I can tell you. Not to mention the fact that I wasn't getting the correct balance of amino acids in my diet. And that can lead to personality disorders. Like shoplifting or slimming. Then one day we found a cockroach lying upside down in a giant size tub of margarine. It wasn't me that left the lid off. That was when the infestation started. You can never be alone with an infestation. Soon after that he left me. He walked out leaving rent arrears and twenty-seven kilos of cheddar. I lay in bed weeping for days. I don't know if what we had was love but it did provide light relief from all the buttering. That was before I became a Buddhist. I used to watch the cockroaches basking on the walls. They do say in the event of a nuclear holocaust cockroaches will survive to inherit the earth. They used to crawl around in a superior manner as if they knew they could survive intense heat and I couldn't. Cocky bastards. The thing is, I'd never go through that now. Be used like that. Because now I'm different. Transformed by experience.
Pause.
Sometimes I wonder what happens. What happens to people who can't find enthusiasm for things. The way things are.
Pause.
Of course there's always acupuncture.
^I personally like this one.
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VISITING HOUR by Richard Harris
Background:
The episodes in this play take place in a hospital. In this one, subtitled Going Home, Cheryl, a white woman, at a crisis point in her life has grown through her hospital friendship with TRICIA, who is black and a much more whole and successful woman. This is their last conversation as TRICIA is to go home a day early. Cheryl is in bed, TRICIA still in her night-wear with a smart dressing-gown. They have been discussing 'first impressions' and 'pre-judgements' of people and Cheryl has tried to explain that she had never really known a black person before, that she hadn't expected TRICIA to be the sort of person she was. She is groping for words and says 'you just . . .' and TRICIA finishes the sentence for her.
Time: The present.
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TRICIA: Make assumptions. We all do. I certainly do, I'd be a liar if I said otherwise. I see Tracy in the bed opposite scratching her tattoos and moving her mouth as she reads the Sun and, yes, I make assumptions. It's whether we're prepared to break those assumptions down. At least we owe it to each other to try. (She smiles, without humour, and then frowns slightly at the memory.) Something very - strange happened the other night . . . the night you were in the observation ward . . . the entire night staff was black. In they marched, these five black nurses - including a new girl I hadn't seen before - and she came round, this new girl, sort of letting everyone get to know her, and she was trying very hard, saying how much she liked the flowers, how pretty someone's hair looked - you know, trying to make all the right noises . . . and somehow something went wrong. No one was responding, no one was - reaching out to her - and the other black nurses were standing back, watching her and smiling . . . and the more anxious she became, the more they smiled, the more satisfied they were, the more they were enjoying it, and one of them came over to me and sat on my bed and said 'you poor baby darling' and stroked my brow and I knew that in that moment - and maybe just in that moment and for no particular reason - those black nurses hated their white patients and those white women were afraid of those black women, they felt threatened by them. Next day (she shrugs, smiles.) it was like it never happened. (Slight pause.) Most of the women here are like you, they've never come into real contact with a black person and have no way of reading them . . . if they're being funny or ironic or friendly or natural or what . . . and the black person becomes offended because she's trying to communicate, and . . . (She trails off.) I see it all the time but I hoped that here, in hospital, the differences would somehow become blurred. But they aren't. Not really. It's just the same.
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MY MOTHER SAID I NEVER SHOULD by Charlotte Keatley
Background:
The play is about four generations of women living this century in London and Manchester. In 1971, 19-year-old JACKIE had an illegitimate baby, Rosie. Her mother, Margaret and father, Ken, bring Rosie up as their own child, but when Margaret dies in 1987 Rosie finds her birth certificate. Here, Rosie has just accused JACKIE of wanting her own life more than she wanted a child.
Setting: The garden of Ken and Margaret's suburban semi, in Rayne's Park, London, early morning, just after Margaret's death.
Time: 1987.
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JACKIE: How dare you! (Goes to hit Rosie but cannot.) You're at the centre of everything I do! (Slight pause.) Mummy treated me as though I'd simply fallen over and cut my knee - picked me up and said you'll be all right now, it won't show much. She wanted to make it all better. (Quiet.) ... She was the one who wanted it kept secret ... I WANTED you, Rosie. (Angry.) For the first time in my life I took care of myself - refused joints, did exercises, went to the clinic. (Pause.) 'It's a girl.' (Smiles irresistibly.) - After you'd gone I tried to lose that memory. (Pause. Effort.) Graham ... your father. (Silence.) He couldn't be there the day you were born, he had to be in Liverpool. He was married. (Emphatic.) He loved me, he loved you, you must believe that! (Pause.) He said he'd leave his wife, but I knew he wouldn't; there were two young children, the youngest was only four ... we'd agreed, separate lives, I wanted to bring you up. He sent money. (Pause.) I took you to Lyme Park one day, I saw them together, across the lake, he was buying them ice creams, his wife was taking a photo. I think they live in Leeds now, I saw his name in the Guardian last year, an article about his photographs ... (Pause.) It was a very cold winter after you were born. There were power cuts. I couldn't keep the room warm; there were no lights in the tower blocks; I knew he had an open fire, it was trendy; so we took a bus to Didsbury, big gardens, pine kitchens, made a change from concrete. I rang the bell. (Stops.) A Punjabi man answered, said he was sorry ... they'd moved. By the time we got back to Moss Side it was dark, the lift wasn't working - (Stops.) That was the night I phoned Mummy. (Difficult.) Asked her. (Pause.) I tried! I couldn't do it, Rosie. (Pause.) It doesn't matter how much you succeed afterwards, if you've failed once. (Pause.) After you'd gone ... I kept waking in the night to feed you ... A week ... in the flat ... Then I went back to art school. Sandra and Hugh thought I was inhuman. I remember the books hat came out that winter - how to succeed as a single working mother - fairytales! (Pause.) Sandra and Hugh have a family now. Quite a few of my friends do. (Pause.) I could give you everything now. Rosie? ...
Here's one for younger people. :]
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THE WILD DUCK by Henrik Ibsen.
Background:
HEDWIG is a young teenager. Her father has just discovered that HEDWIG is not, in fact, his daughter. His love for HEDWIG and the wild duck that they nurture immediately turns to hate.
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HEDWIG: Daddy! Daddy! Don't go away from me. He'll never come back to us again. I think I'm going to die of all this. What have I done to him? Mother, why doesn't Daddy want to see me any more? I think I know what it is. Perhaps I'm not Daddy's real child. And now perhaps he has found it out. I've read about that sort of thing. But I think he might be just as fond of me for all that. Almost more. The wild duck was sent us as a present too, and I'm tremendously fond of that, just the same. The poor wild duck! He can't bear to look at that any more, either. Just think he wanted to wring its neck. I say a prayer for the wild duck every night and ask that it shall be protected from death and everything bad. I taught myself to say my prayers because there was a time when Daddy was ill and had leeches on his neck and said he was lying at death's door. So I said a prayer for him when I'd gone to bed. And I've gone on with it ever since. I thought I'd better put in the wild duck too, because she was so delicate at first. And now you say I should sacrifice the wild duck to prove my love for Daddy. I will try it. I will ask Grandfather to shoot the wild duck for me.
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If you need monologues for any specific kind of characters, feel free to ask, I'll try to help :]